Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Unraveling



Sometimes I feel the fabric of my psyche
the convoluted noodles of my brain
dropping stitches as I knit along my day
until I have lost the pattern of my sanity
and I have to RIP out rows and rows
to get back to where I can find sense
in my routine of purls and clicks

4 comments:

  1. I like the feel of this and it brought back some delightful memories. My mom taught me how to knit and crochet.
    Pamela

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  3. What a great way to see this prompt. A knitting together and unraveling of self. Very cleverly done!

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